Erik is, indeed, sitting over here and John should totally copy him. They are the coolest dudes on this train.

The train glides free of the platform, the station slips past the windows on either side and the transparent sections of flooring beneath, the land falls away, the sky opens up, and Erik turns his gaze away from the window and says, "So." And he pauses, just looking. His pale and flinty eyes, his thin smile, the scar above his lip. Reddish hair and smooth jawline. "Tell me about yourself."

He places the notes on the next seat over, still unread.